King Backによるコード
T.i.

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キー: C minor

Verse 1
[Excerpt from "Sting
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of The Serpent"]
And the prophecy read that
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One day like the phoenix rose
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from the ashes
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That a boy will be born unto
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a family in the slums
This boy will go on and use
the knowledge that he gains
While fighting for survival
in the streets
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To become a crack leader
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And   in time that boy will grow to become King!
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[Verse 1]
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Time to ride nigga (Just Blaze!!)
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I welcome  you and get acquainted
with the youngest in charge
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Respected from East to West like
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he was running the mob
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Dictating,
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ain't taking orders from no one but God
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I know  you niggas is broke 'cause
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I know what you charge
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Them niggas   wishing for a Phantom
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it's one in my garage
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It's black as legary right
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next to the black Ferrari
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You niggas ain't getting money
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off of rapping I'm sorry
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Fuck the rep went and spent
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60 large on a Harley
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'Cause where he stay
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10,012 feet not hardly
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Now   you see that we ain't able to compete,
now are we?
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And pardon me I'm giving you
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the Westside story
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Of the A, where I stay and niggas
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stay down for me
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You want to    play,
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have you gay niggas lay down for me
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And get a order for killers
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to spray rounds for me
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Competition, you ain't considered; you rapping,
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you bore me
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You reppin the A horribly
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Must I say more importantly
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[Chorus: x8]
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The
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king back!
[T.I.]
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Hey,  man y'all niggas got me way too fucked up,
you understand that?
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What you need to do is homeboy
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You   need to go back  and grab
I'm Serious you know
You need to get familiar with Dope
Boys and see where
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all these niggas got they style
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See where that trap shit came from
Then you need to graduate to mother
fucking in the Streets Vol.1- 3
Then you need to go to Trap Muzik, I got
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locked up for a second
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Then grab Urban Legend and now
to bring you up to speed
[Verse 2]
Who knew you could fit on your wrist
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a whole pound of diamonds
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I'm number one on the list while
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you clowns are climbing
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Wishing   to be in positions that
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you found that I'm in
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Since you niggas do what it say I'm
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world renowned than sign me
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If Jay   handled the clay
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and around the time
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I delivered a bad day when
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4 5's were spiraling
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I care the least about police
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and the fireman siren
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Ambulance ain't goin' stand
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a chance in reviv ing
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DOA amend the beef will cease upon
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my arriving
Paramedics yell clear and
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your flat line silent
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You ain't ready for out here
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'cause the lifestyle violent
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You think you is,
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you must be living on Fantasy Island
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Your mammies  mad,
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get your ass wiped out like Thailand
Hit my phone and got what left and
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hit the three while you following
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You say   you want to release
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and go to war with the finest
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Need  you be reminded, want it  with Your Highness?
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[Chorus]
[T.I.]
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Hey   man I know y'all niggas
still in the trap everyday
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Still man I know y'all don't see nothing
but the projects nothing but grits
But listen
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Make no mother fucking mistake man
I still will shoot up my mother fucking self,
AK and
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45 nigga on side nigga
And come see 'bout
niggas you understand
But I don't want to do that 'cause
I respect that shit y'all doing
I started that shit
I made that shit cool
I made these niggas want
to be you nigga
Nigga respect this shit!